"Since we're going to die either way, we might as well agree to their proposal and first find a way to escape. We can settle our score with them later." A flicker crossed Yan Qianya's eyes. He didn't oppose Lu Xiaotian's proposal, nor that of the Single Ant Demon and the others.
"But where is there any refuge nearby?" Yan Bei was still hesitant.
"Go to the Thousand-Leaf Soul Hall. The terrain there is intricate and complex. No matter how numerous these Greenleaf Stinging Serpents are, they won't be able to use their numbers to their advantage." Yan Qianmei gave a cold laugh. "The members of the Windfire Soul Clan must be heading for the Thousand-Leaf Soul Hall too."
"If we can reach the Thousand-Leaf Soul Hall, not only will we escape this deadly crisis, but once we join up with the rest of our clan, we can settle old and new scores with these outsiders."
"Good. Then we'll agree. These damn Greenleaf Stinging Serpents have killed several of our people. It's time we showed them what we can do." Yan Bei and Yan Qianya quickly reached an agreement.
"Filthy beasts! You think we're afraid of you?" Once the Golden Immortal powerhouses had agreed, the Scorpion Demon roared and thrust both palms forward. Several Scorpion Demon Blades spun out, carving swaths of emptiness through the Greenleaf Stinging Serpent horde wherever their blades swept.
Nine-Ren Mountain stepped forward. The phantom of a vast palace appeared in the deep sea. As Nine-Ren Mountain advanced, he seemed to stand atop the palace's grandest hall. With a sweep of his sleeve, towering peaks and boulders came flying one after another, crashing into the oncoming Greenleaf Stinging Serpents.
Wave after wave of whistling, jade-green spheres relentlessly shattered the Scorpion Demon Blades' slashes, boulders, and mountain